Hey, baby. What are you still doin' up? You woke me up, you know. - Yeah, I'm sorry, baby. - What'd I do? Let's go back to bed. Will you sing to me? Yeah, of course I will. Come on. I know this girl Her name is Lily And it's past her bed T-I-M-E She goes to sleep And she can just dream And not have to be In a stinky trailer with me So when I feel blue Don't know what to do I look at you And I just say... [Blows Raspberry] [Giggles]
Yo, I got to work in the morning, so... You and Future still, um, at that Little Caesars over in Warren? No. I'm down in New Detroit Stamping now. Oh. Well, that's good. What? [Scoffs] [Giggling] He got fired from a pizza place. Yo. At least I got a fuckin'job. Okay, stop it. Only ex-cons and welfare moms work at that plant, man.
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- Thought you might be back home. - This ain't my home. Why you up so early? Up, man? I ain't even been to bed, dawg. I came to talk to you... Yo, I don't got time to talk right now. I'm late for work. Can you give me a ride? My ma's got the car.
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22.3s
Don't you think you should have called or knocked first or something? I mean... The phone's disconnected. I know that, Rabbit. I got to get down to the phone place tomorrow and... - I been busy, you know? - Rabbit, what the fuck are you doing here? How about knockin'?
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27.9s
We got 30 days to come up with the money. What do you mean "we"? If you're gonna live here, you got to start chippin' in, Rabbit. When's Greg gettin' his settlement check? Get the money from him. No, no, I can't. He's gonna ask me and Lily to move away with him. Someplace nice, real soon. I-I can't freak him out. You got to stop livin' your life like this. If you really cared about Lily, you would get a job and quit fuckin'around. I got to go. Be late for work.
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3.8s
What are you doin' with your life that's so great, Rabbit?
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I can't let Greg find out about this.
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2.8s
Come on, Mom. Not in front of Lily.
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2.6s
Fuck Greg.
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2.2s
[Wink] Forget this car, "B."
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Hey. Hey, what's up, "B"? - You wanna fuck with us, bitch? - Shut your bitch-ass up. - [Yelling] - Get off my man!
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4.5s
- Oh, shit.! - Don't you worry, Rabbit. I got your back.
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[Clattering, Banging] [Knocking On Door] [D.J. Iz] Man, ain't nobody here. [Future] I can't believe they sent him home already. If you ain't got insurance, the medical establishment will fuck you up. Where the fuck else would he be? Just thank God he's alive. [Scoffs] No. Thank God he didn't shoot his fuckin' dick off. That's why brothers need to sign themselves a deal. I'm tellin' you. Record labels supply niggas with the benefits they need. Dawg, if we sign us a deal, you can take the motherfuckin' benefits. We talkin' Bentleys and Benjamins, not Blue Cross and Blue Shield. I don't give a fuck about none of that. I just wanna hear Three And A Third on the box, know what I'm sayin'? One of them strong songs on J LB, you know? We need to save that shit up, put it into savings bonds. We can build our own studio... Savings bonds? Let me ask you a question, dawg. How the fuck are we brothers? We need fine bitches and phat rides, - No goddamn savings bonds. - That's all we ever do, man, is talk shit. "We need to get fine bitches and phat rides!" "No, what we need to do is put our money in savings bonds." "No, what we need to do is get our songs on J LB." Man, shut the fuck up. All of us never do shit about nothin'. We're still broke as fuck and live at home with our moms.
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7.7s
Yeah, I should work on some songs for my demo. Okay.